Chapter 775: Consume everything...
The five guardians turned pale as they sensed the air around them growing violent, feeling as if an overwhelming weight bore down on their shoulders beneath the gaze of the obsidian eyes fixed upon them.
One of them, an old woman, attempted to speak in an effort to manage the situation.
"That... Lilith's soul..."
She stammered, struggling to find an answer to curb the madness spilling from the man before her, but before she could articulate her thoughts, she gasped as a hand tightened around her neck.
The other four guardians surrounding the woman were sent hurtling away by the aura radiating from Azazeal, as if they were mere feathers caught in a tempest, insignificant in the wake of his power.
Azazeal growled at her, the obsidian in his gaze fading to reveal two sharp purple slits, signifying that he had not yet unleashed his full power. The massive flower holding the falling sky emitted a dark and otherworldly aura capable of annihilating anything. Red veins snaked along his neck, leading to the area between his collarbones.
The woman in his grip punched his arm desperately, trying to break free from the fingers clutching her neck. She screamed as a dark aura seeped into her eyes and mouth. A low, hoarse whisper echoed near her, sending chills down her spine.
"Time's up. You don't have to speak anymore. I will find out on my own."
The other guardians hurriedly found their balance and witnessed him tearing apart the woman's mind and soul to absorb all her memories. They shouted in horror and attempted to stop him, but they couldn't even get close, let alone intervene.
In the end, they could only watch as the woman's body transformed into golden dust that vanished into the darkness.
Azazeal's breath came out in quick, erratic bursts as he stared into the air, watching the golden dust slip through his fingers.
He saw her; he saw Lilith. He saw the person he had been searching for in the woman's memories.
But she had already vanished into nothingness. What now? One of the two people who had made him the way he was today was already gone?
What was he supposed to do now? For so long, the only thing that had driven him was revenge -the thought of finding the two people he cared for, the very ones who had taken his last shred of sanity, to give them a thousandfold of what they had done to him. But now he was discovering that one of them had already ceased to exist?
Azazeal felt as if everything was mocking him-mocking his agony, his struggles, his relentless quest to find them.
He felt small, very small, despite the overwhelming power he possessed, and lost as he plummeted downward, not really caring where he was falling as he stared into the darkness.
It started as a faint, almost inaudible, choked, mocking laugh. That immediately transformed into a heartrending scream as he clawed at his stomach-the very place from which those two, his dear friends, had extracted his Celestial bones. The scream echoed loudly everywhere, reverberating through the emptiness around him, a haunting testament to his anguish.
The four remaining guardians froze, struggling to breathe at the sound that tore directly at their very beings. They could not believe a voice could contain so much pain.
Each cry that echoed in the air served as a reminder of the betrayal and the unbearable loss Azazeal felt, intensifying the pain that surged through him like an unrelenting tide.
The massive flower that held the sky dissolved into purple and black particles that trailed behind Azazeal. They formed a shield beneath him to halt his falling figure in the center of the energy mass that was once known as the Forsaken Land.
He gasped and struggled to gather his scattered thoughts. After screaming for a while, he simply knelt above the glowing purple shield, surrounded by darkness, staring blankly into empty space.
In that moment, he was not a figure of power; he was a shattered soul, grappling with the weight that clawed at his core, threatening to consume him.
A faint whisper slipped from his lips, causing everything around him to quiver.
"Consume everything..."
With that, the power within him surged outward and began consuming all in its path. The remaining four guardians, fighting to keep their consciousness, cried out once more as they witnessed the purple and dark energy devouring everything in its wake.
The gray void leading to the realm of the dead was also being consumed. In a final bid to save the universe from collapse, the guardians gathered and used themselves as catalysts, alongside countless other souls, to stop the devastation.
They managed to save the Realm of the Dead, but the balance was lost. Now, no one in this universe would be able to find a new path after death. Souls would be forever lost, leaving them with no chance for another life.
Before the guardians' bodies crumbled to golden dust, they somehow reached out to the Will of the Universe to inform him that they could only buy two decades, even with their lives and countless sacrifices.
Now, it was up to the inhabitants of this universe to either gain the strength needed to save it or discover a way to reach the Celestial Realm for help within the fleeting time their sacrifice had afforded them.
They didn't need to find new guardians for the Realm of the Dead, as new guardians would naturally be born in that realm. They just needed to close the void and restore the lost balance
in the universe.
The four guardians shattered their souls and created a thin gray barrier around the mass of energy to prevent the aura of the Realm of the Dead from spreading further. As for the purple energy, it had returned to its master for reasons unknown.
Then, the guardian vanished into the surrounding darkness, leaving behind the haunting cries of the lost souls-those who could never find peace-echoing in the void. But no one could
help them.
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